SERAPHINA’S POV
The low thud of Christian’s knee hitting the carpet rang through the study like a struck bell.
I gasped.
Leona let out a weary sigh. Gavin swore under his breath.
Kieran shot out of his seat like a rocket. “Father! What are you doing?”
Christian kept his gaze trained on me.
“When I think of how you were treated,” he continued, voice roughening, “how alone you must have felt…I am ashamed.”
He bowed his head. “I apologize.”
My vision blurred.
An Alpha on his knees was unthinkable, a gesture reserved only for utter surrender or soul-deep remorse.
“Kieran,” I whispered, "make him stop."
Kieran moved instantly and took Christian’s arm. “Father, stop. This isn’t right. If apologies are owed, they’re owed by the current Alpha—by me.”
Christian
